pariah

with your pale skin
and auburn hair, I reach
out to stroke your porcelain
cheek, it cracks and crumbles
and trembles to dust, how
is it I have lost you,
my arrogant touch caressed
something that was not
mine, so now I have
deprived the whole world
of your presence, pariah
until the end of time

— GB

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